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that-one-anxious-mango · 1 year ago

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You Understand.

Summary: You feel you must be honest with Austin about something before either of you venture further.

Contents: Fluff Ofc! Mentions of virginity and loss of virginity. Overall just a good ole' fashion comfort fic (our favorite).

Pairing: Austin Butler x Black Reader

A/N: Hi! Long time no see! I'm very happy to be posting the first installment of the new year, and I am very excited for what it brings for all of us. I hope you enjoy.

P.S: Everyone PLEASE feel free to comment, I absolutely love reading them and it helps to motivate me to keep going with the series. Also don't shy, re-blog, like, and share if you care! Much love! * hugs*

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“ I can’t believe you don’t like cotton candy. This almost feels like a crime.” Austin goofed, pointing to the small thing of strawberry cotton candy in his hand.

You snorted, “ I can’t believe you do. It’s all nice and dandy until it deflates or melts on your fingers. After that it’s gross.”

" Plus, I prefer a nice fat funnel cake with all the fixings." You added.

“ You call it gross, and I call it the natural sacrifices one has to make for their favorite fair food. “ He wiggled his eyebrows and took a bite of the sugary confection.

You giggled at how cute he looked and even managed to take out your phone with your free hand to snap a picture of the happy cotton candy boy.

The two of you continued to laugh and joke along the Santa Monica Pier until you came to a comfortable pause of silence.

That’s when your heart sank at the realization that this was the perfect time to tell him what had been on your mind and heart the last couple of days. You’d even consulted your friends beforehand to make sure the time was right. Once they agreed you knew exactly what had to be done.

So right here, right now, you were going to rip the band-aid clean off in hopes it wouldn’t bleed.

“ So….” You swung his hand in yours, “ I hate to put some weight on the mood since I know we’re having such a good time.” You started.

“ Yeah..” Austin replied, tossing his now empty cotton candy paper in a nearby trash.

“ And I can say that these last couple weeks with you have been great, honestly. But I feel like before we continue whatever this is that we’re doing, I need to let you know something because I don’t wanna lead you on.” You said, twisting at the bracelets on your wrist.

“ Uh huh.” He encouraged me, beginning to feel a bit nervous now.

“ As you recall, the other night when you came over to return my copy of The Policeman, upon your departure during our goodbyes things got a little spicy an- “

Austin immediately went to into apology, “Again, I’m really sorry about that I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything I jus-”

Quickly you held a hand up to stop him, “ Please. It’s okay. You apologized more than enough the other night. Just wait a second and hear me out, okay. “

He nodded.

“ As I was saying. Things got a little steamy. Let me just mention again that nothing happened that I didn’t want to. But the thing is….”

You paused gathering your words right in your brain…

“ I guess I’m trying to figure out a way to say this without sounding completely vulgar.” You rub your now sun-kissed arm as if you're trying to brush the nerves out of your body.

Austin’s eyebrows rose in surprise, “ Oh. Uh, well. I mean..just say it. Honesty is the best policy and I’m sure I can handle it.”

“ Yeah? “

“ Yeah.” He quickly replied, curious to see what you’d spun in your mind so obscene that you felt like you couldn’t speak.

You cleared your throat, “Okay. Fine. Here it goes..”

“ With the way that you kissed me that night with your lips, clung your hands onto the edges of my hips, and the sounds I had to suppress from the deepest part of my being when your hand accidentally brushed against my…lower half. I had half the mind to offer for you to stay the night at my place just so that we could “ accidentally” keep touching each other in many, many different places all night. “ You divulged.

At your confession Austin's eyebrows shot up and he could feel his body begin to heat the same way it did that spoken of night, you could tell this by the soft peony color that collected on the surface of his cheeks and the way he looked away to watch the wheel turn on the Ferris wheel.

You did your best to hide the shy twisted grin on your lips that came from knowing that you’d made him blush.

When he turned back you could see the cheesiest smile play on his lips , “ I see. Well thank you for your honesty..it’s much appreciated.”

“ You’re welcome.” You gulped, “ So, with that being said I want you to know that while I’m not opposed to us taking our-”

“ Relationship.” Austin offered up.

It was your turn to raise your eyebrows at him. You hadn’t expected him to so casually throw out the R in this conversation. But remembering the words of your friends ringing in your mind you decided to play it cool and test the waters, “ Right. Well, let me just say that no one has asked me to be their girlfriend yet so….”

“ I’m working on it. “ He said, you noticed the small bit to his lips and willed yourself to try and keep your mind focused.

“ We’ll see.” You casually replied before continuing with your intended statement, “ But something you should know is….”

You found the words getting stuck in your throat, but when you looked his gentle smile you found the courage to keep going.

“ You should know that I am a virgin.” You confessed, “ And it is by choice.”

“ AND, before you say anything. NO! It’s not because I couldn’t have had sex with someone or because people weren’t interested. Or because something’s wrong with me. But because I believe that sex is an intimate exchange of love between two people and I want my first time to be with someone I love and I know is in love with me.” You affirmed.

“ If that’s something that bothers you or you think it’s weird or whatever, then this is where we should just call this now so we can both leave this…thing…while still being friends.” You finished, looking out toward the pier in an act to distract yourself from how hard you could feel your heart beating in your chest.

It was silent for a moment after you finished, and with each passing moment you were preparing yourself for the age old speech every man gave when he couldn’t get what he wanted from a woman.

It’s not you, it’s me.

When really they wanted to say: “ It’s not me, it’s you and the fact you won’t put out.”

Eventually his voice broke out among the chatters of people and whirl of the wind, “ Well, again. Thank you for being honest with me. I really do appreciate it.” Austin began.

“ No problem.” You nodded, arms folded across your chest, as you still tried your best to hide your absolutely nerve ridden body.

“ As far as your…confession goes, I want you to know that you being a-

“ Virgin.” You quickly interjected, “ I’m a virgin.”

A laugh was stifled from Austin, “ Yes, a virgin. You being a virgin doesn’t bother me any at all.”

You quickly quirked an eyebrow at him, “ Really? “

“ Truly.” He smiled, “ Your choice that you’ve made for your body is entirely your own. And I respect and admire your decision.”

“ Admire? “

That’s a first.

“ Yeah. I admire your reasoning behind your choice. Especially since I felt like when it was my time I didn’t exactly lose mine the way one should have. I was younger and shy. Felt the peer pressure from some people my age, so I just went ahead and did it to say I did it.” He opened up.

You were stunned a bit at his honesty. No guy you’d ever come across had opened up to you like this, especially about something so intimate. All it did was make you grow more curious to continue exploring just what kind of species of man you were dealing with.

You shook your head, “ God, I’m so sorry that happened to you. I can tell you from experience I know what that’s like and it’s hard.”

Growing up around the people you did, all through middle school and high school you were ridiculed about being a “ prude “ or a “ prissy princess who thinks she’s better than everyone “ all because you kept your virginity to yourself.

He smiled, “ Thank you. But don’t go feeling too bad. I eventually had the chance to actually make love to someone and have it mean something. Which is all I can ever wish for you and anyone else.”

You nodded, “ Right. Well thanks for being so cool about it. Lord knows you’re the first guy this conversation has ever actually gone pleasant with. I appreciate your understanding.”

Austin didn’t hesitate, “ Of course. You gotta know that I’m not in this for something as simple as sex. As people we both could walk out into the world and find that anywhere.”

“ I’m here because as cliche as it may sound, I’ve never met anyone like you before. And I really enjoy spending time with you and picking your brain. And if one day AFTER I ask you officially to be my girlfriend, you decide you wanna take things up a notch that's fine. If not, that's fine too because that's not the most important thing going on here.” He reached out to regrasp your hand in his and give it a tight squeeze.

You look over directly at him to hold the gaze from his eyes and couldn’t help but catch that familiar feeling that made you all warm and gooey.

It was then you could confirm that you REALLY liked him, like truly were infatuated with the man before you.

“ Well, I guess we’ll just have to see what happens, huh? “ You said.

“ I guess.” Austin smiled.

“ Good.” You whispered.

“ Great.” He replied, making you both bust into a fit of giggles.

“ Since we have that settled. “ Austin abruptly stopped in front of the ring toss stand, “ I believe I promised you, young lady. A stuffed cow, and I see the most handsome one hanging from this booth.” He pointed to the adorable white and blue spotted cow plush hanging from the stall.

You couldn’t stop the shrill that invaded your voice, “ Oh My Gosh! Austin, he's adorable.”

“ I know. He’ll look even cuter in your arms. C’mon honey let’s go.” He happily ushered the two of you over to the booth and into your future together.

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manias-wordcount · 2 years ago

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If you're not to busy and take requests- can I request a botw link x male reader where the male reader is an almost extinct race called the "yexrid" who can manipulate their body temperatures to be a space heater or an air conditioner and link and y/n are going through the gerudo highlands snowy mountains and y/n absolutely loves the snow and they have to camp there- and link is really cold so y/n turns his body heat up and cuddles link to sleep? Sorry it's long I'm lonely 🥲

Head First (BOTW Link x Male! Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲 ;]

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It took Link a little while to realize that you don’t really feel things the same way he does. At least, not fully.

You said you knew the basics of what you could do. You were separated from your family long before you were able to gain full mastery, but that doesn’t stop you from being impressive. Not one bit. And it’s in the little things you do. It’s the fact that you could feel a sudden breeze and decide that you just won’t be cold. It’s the fact that you can drink a hot bowl of Prime Meat Soup in the desert and decide that you just won’t be hot. And it happens. Your body adjusts. And you continue about your day like you aren’t made of magic. Like you aren’t from an almost extinct race of people who had almost total control of their body, spirit, and mind.

And yes, you’ll have your slip-ups. For a descendant of an ancient race of people- one of the most powerful groups of people to ever exist in Hyrule….you’re kind of a goof. Sometimes, you forget that not everyone can do what you do. Sometimes, you forget that you can do what you do. Sure, you get by well enough with a handsome face and an adventurous spirit. Link can easily attest to how much attention you get from the ladies and the men in any town you both visit. But you’re the type to jump in head first to a pond with all your clothes on. Only to realize at the moment of contact that you’ve just thrown yourself into a hot spring and will have to sit there and panic until you remember that you can just choose to not feel hot anymore. No matter how many times Link has advised you to use your head to think and not do.

But then you give him that goofy smile. You show him that despite your quirks, you’re the best travel buddy a guy could ever ask for. You show that despite your mistakes, you always manage to get by just fine.

And you show him that sometimes are worth jumping in head first for.

But this? This is not one of them.

Right now, this is the two of your trying to force your way through whiteout conditions in the middle of the Gerudo Highlands. At least you were until the sudden storm forced you two to a standstill until it blows over. The worst part is that you can’t even turn The two of you are here at a request. Fetching plant or animal or bug or whatever that Link can’t remember because he’s just too damn cold. Despite all of his layers, he spent his money on them. Despite the snow boots he had to barter and barter and barter for. And despite the goddess-awful spicy elixir you made for him to help him adjust to the temperature change, he still can’t feel his fingers.

But even with all his complaints that he’s too frozen stiff to voice, he does have one saving grace.

He has you.

Being out in one of the infamous Gerudo Highland storms is never easy. It’s never fun, it’s never enjoyable, and it's even worse when he’s alone. He can’t recall how many times he got stuck out here, trying to find a cave or a light or anything just to find his bearing and get out of the storm until it blows over. But that was all before he met you. That was all before he started traveling with you.

Now, he’s still a bit miserable. With just how hard the wind blows? With just how hard he works for the people of Hyrule? He thinks he’s entitled to a little negativity here and there. But all those times he had to do it alone, were so much harder than this. Because while this might still be existing out in the freezing cold mountains next to the desert…this is also sitting inside a tent he barely helped pitch while you’re still outside messing with a second helping of Pumpkin Stew for the two of you.

And Link just can’t help but watch.

In between looks of concentration, there’s a smile on your lips as tiny little snowflakes pelt your pretty face. You’re just close enough to the tent that the fire manages to warm the very tip of Link’s nose and far enough away that the two of you don’t have to worry about any accidents in the middle of the night. But by the firelight, Link is able to see you. Almost perfectly in the mess of winter white blowing past the two of you.

And you look at ease outside despite the swirling elemental storm around you. You look at peace outside despite the fact that you had relinquished your jacket a long time ago to give Link a blanket so he doesn’t get too while stationary. It makes Link jealous. It makes him jealous that you don’t have to do a single thing to feel alright while he is stuck spending rupee after rupee to give himself a fighting chance.

But it also makes him glad.

Because you know that in moments like this, Link can’t handle the cold. Not like you do. Because in moments like this, you’re already stripping off your layers for more ease in your moments. And you’re wrapping your coat and your scarf around him without a single word and setting up the tent with minimal effort. You don’t fret when Link can do nothing but hold a stake still. You don’t. Instead, you jump in head first. You pitch the tent. You start the fire. You cook the food. You even slip Link a little more spicy elixir in his bowl to help with the taste. You do it all like it’s nothing. But without you?

Link feels like he would be nothing. Nothing but just a lone wanderer. Drifting away out in the cold. Wishing for the wind to die down. Wishing for the snow to slow its fall. Wishing he had something warm to wrap himself in.

Or something warm that he could wrap himself around.

But that’s the thing. He has that now. He has you. And so he’s thankful. He’s so thankful when you eventually make the short journey back into the tent with another bowl of stew for the two of you. He’s thankful that you’re careful about helping Link hold his bowl up to his mouth and drink it all in with eager sips. He’s thankful that you’re quick to peek your head out at the fire in front of the tent and tend to it as best as you can from your spot right next to him. And when all the work is said and done? When Link finds that he’s too tired to do anything but lay on his side and pass out? He’s thankful that you’re there too.

Laying right beside him. Wrapping your arms around him. Pulling yourself close to him. And raising your body temperature up higher and higher and higher. Until is good enough for two. And Link didn’t even have to ask. Link didn’t have to speak. Somehow you just knew. You just knew what he needed. You just knew. Or maybe…maybe you didn’t. But this was just another instance of you being you. Maybe this was just another moment of you jumping in head first. Being bold. Being brave.

And of being the best thing that could have ever happened to him.

Ever since the first time he woke up cold, alone, and afraid.

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dreamingofep · 1 year ago

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Sinned Awakening pt. 5

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, angst, SMUT, cheating, fingering, oral, the usual dirty stuff

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6.1K

A/N: Hello everyone!

Welcome to part 5! There’s plenty of spicy stuff and angst between these two and I’m living for it. I hope you enjoy all this and see how it’s building more into him having a tight grip over reader 🤭Please let me know what you think in the comments or send me a message!

Thank you again!

Sorry for any spelling mistakes and overall goofs.🖤

You sit there on the floor trembling, unsure of what Elvis has in mind for you next but as always, you’re more than eager to find out. He picks up the Polaroid and camera and sets it down on the side table, looking back at you with amusement.

“You can get up if you want. Don’t always need to stay on your knees for me,” he says smugly, laughing to himself as he walks out of the room.

You let out a little huff, seeing how he wants to play with you. You pull your hair back and look down at your chest. His thick seed coats your chest and you can’t believe how utterly hot that was. You’ve never willingly let another man do that to you but you didn’t even think twice about it when it came to Elvis.

You pull at the sheet from his bed, wrapping it around your body, and head to the living room where you assume he went. Tiptoeing to the front bathroom, you roll up some toilet paper and wipe your chest off. Tossing the dirty paper into the trash can, a glimpse of a greenish glass glint catches your eye when the lights hit it. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you’ve taken out the trash multiple times since you started working up here. You haven’t seen any broken bottles in the suite since…

Since your first day on the job here.

Was this from the same bottle you broke your first day here over a week ago? Was he hiding the shards of glass somewhere? Why was he doing that in the first place?!

There were so many questions running through your head and another item on the list of things that made Elvis Presley a mystery. But something about it made you nervous and your head started to pound. You couldn’t put your finger on it but there was something you could not ignore about him. You take some deep breaths as you look at yourself in the mirror. Your appearance did not showcase the best side of you as your hair looks astray and your lips are swollen and puffy. Rubbing your temples gently as you begin to feel a slight headache coming, you try to gather yourself and go back out there to see where Elvis went to.

Scanning the living room for him, it’s cold and the curtains are drawn, making the otherwise dark room seem vacant. You pull the sheet over your shoulders and hold your arms to your chest, trying to warm yourself up.

The click of a lighter turns your attention as you see the glow of the flame and his blue eyes illuminate behind the light. He puffs a cloud of smoke from his cigar and reaches to put on the lamp beside him. Elvis is sitting there still completely naked with a fat cigar between his lips. Your eyes can’t help but stare at his beautiful body, slumped down on the sofa slightly and his long legs stretched out before him. His cock isn’t fully hard but rests heavily down the side of his leg. His balls looked large and heavy too, waiting to be worshipped by you.

Your breathing hitches for a moment as that dirty thought entered your head and you quickly look back up at his eyes. He has a slight smirk on his face as he looks at you amused.

“Mmm, being modest I see,” he points over the sheet wrapped around your body.

“It’s cold in here that’s all,” You say sheepishly.

“Sit down,” He gestures to the green chair in front of the sofa. You do as you are told and sit, glancing at the clock, and see that half past four already.

“You have somewhere to be darling?” He asks.

“No, I was just wondering what time it was.” You clear your throat and not let the awkward silence get to you.

“What happened with that champagne bottle? I saw shards of it in the trash can,” you explain. His eyes stare blankly at you as he doesn’t say anything right away.

“Someone must have broken it,” he says shortly. You shake your head at him as it doesn’t add up.

“I took out all the trash an hour ago that’s literally impossible for me to miss it. And you said you haven’t had any parties lately so-,” You continue and he cuts you off.

“Well you must have missed it,” He growls, “just drop it. Now.”

Your heart sinks at his tone and have to look away at his intimidating gaze.

“Sometimes you gotta learn to not ask so many questions, honey, you might not like the answer,” he says darkly.

“Mhmm,” you say faintly.

You hear him puff his cigar and the smell of it mingles with the delicious scent of the suite.

He doesn’t say anything as he takes you in sitting across the way.

“I wanted to ask you again about something I brought up yesterday,” he says sharply.

“Oh so you expect me to answer any of your questions but you answer none of mine?” Your snap back.

He takes the cigar out of his mouth and smiles that crooked smile at you.

“Your superfluous questions don’t matter. Don’t you dare question me you understand?” He growls. Your head lowers as you hear his scathing words come out of his mouth, too fearful he could silence you with just one look of those dark eyes.

“What the fuck did you want to know?” You say through your teeth.

He stands up quickly, pointing his finger at you.

“You better change your tone right now before I make you,” he seethes through his teeth.

You suck in a breath, staring at his eyes that look like they’re getting darker by the second.

Locking your gaze on him, you crack a smile at him, “My deepest apologies. What was it you wanted to know?” You ask through sarcasm.

“What do you want out of Daniel? What are waiting for?” He asks.

“What am I waiting for? I don’t understand your question,” You furrow your brow and wait to see what he’s getting at.

“Why are you with him? When are you leaving him,” he growls.

You’re taken aback by his brazen bluntness and stand up to face him.

“You’re unbelievable you know that. You rude fucking bastard. You have no right to question my choices!”

“I can do whatever I want! I just need to figure you out,” he goes around the table and his hand is around your neck. You gasp at his sudden forcefulness and grab his wrist tightly.

“Why are you so obsessed with figuring me out hmm? You just hate that I can make whatever choices I want and you’re stuck here,” His face turned into a scowl and his lip curled, showing his white teeth at you. He takes his hand off of you and lowers it to his side and flexes his fingers.

“Yes, I am so jealous of the terrible mistakes you make and being with a fiancé who doesn’t love you anymore,” he scowls. You look at him disgusted, so reviled that he has the nerve to say such things to your face.

“How dare you,” you say seething, getting closer to him and trying to make yourself look stronger.

“How dare me? I’m trying to help you see clearly and get out of your fiancé’s cheating, borderline abusive grasp,” he bellows.

You look at him in shock as your chest rises and falls from fear and confusion.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You mutter. “You know nothing about my relationship. I have never told you anything about him so for you to jump to conclusions like this is unbelievable,” you say, poking at his hard chest.

“I know enough. Word gets around quickly in this town and what everyone does here,” he says darkly

You want to scream and bang on his chest, the pure rage you had boiling inside you drives you to the brink. The cheating thing didn’t get to you as bad as you thought. Maybe because it's because you assumed that Daniel was messing around for a while now. Especially since he hasn’t asked you to make love to him in ages. He never brought up any sexual advances to you. You were to ghosts in the night barely acknowledging your existence. Maybe you accepted your relationship’s outcome on the inside already but weren’t able to say it out loud.

“And what? Is word going to get around quickly that I’m no better than him? Fucking around with the most notorious womanizer on this planet?” You seethed in his face.

He cracks another smile and grabs your shoulders, “Oh baby don’t you worry, none of my men would say a word that’s for sure. What we do here is just ours,” he coos, caressing your face in his hand and exhaling, slowly inching his body closer to yours where it’s almost touching. You break out of his grasp and push him away.

“Jesus, no, you can’t keep doing this to me. Your mood swings are the worst thing about you. You need help to get off of whatever you’re taking because this is ridiculous.” You yell at him. You had seen enough of what drugs and alcohol can do to someone and this was no different. You couldn’t stand to be around him any longer if he was going to be like this the entire time. He takes a step forward and his chest starts to heave.

“Hmm, you think I’m on something? I’ve never gotten that one before,” he laughs amused.

“Well, why else would you act like all you want to do is fuck me to no end and the next, acting like you hate my soul to no end?!” You raise your voice, feeling the tears brim in your eyes.

His face grows soft, “I don’t hate you, I hate how difficult you are, yes, but I don’t hate you. I’m quite envious of your soul, in fact.” He says stoically.

You take another step back needing more space between you two, feeling the mood of the room shift yet again. He moves slowly toward you, acting like two magnets who cannot get away from each other

“I’m sorry about my temper. It tends to flare up when I’m… passionate about something.”

“Jesus. I bet that works on all the girls,” You scoff at him and you roll your eyes.

Silence falls in between you two and you go around him and sit back down on the sofa with your knees pulled to your chest.

“I am sorry,” he says sullenly, “I’ll be in my room. If you want to leave, go whenever you want,” he says hushed and defeated as he walks away and shuts his door softly.

The whiplash of today's events has your head spinning. You don’t understand the need you have to still want to be around him. The hurtful things he said burned your heart but there was truth behind it. There was no knowing how long Daniel had been engaging in other relationships with other women but it all seemed very probable.

“Word gets around quickly in this town and what everyone does here.”

That part bugged you. Made your skin crawl yet again. Did he have spies set up for him to gain any knowledge about what was happening in the world since he never left the penthouse? But of all the people, why did he know Daniel? That part freaked you out. You both had no status. No name to carry where you were easily recognized. Up until a week and a half ago, he had no acknowledgment of who you were so why does he suddenly care about your life?

These were questions you still wanted answered when he was in a better mood where he wasn’t going to bite your head off.

Your head continued to pound and you winced as you rubbed your temples. This whole situation was beginning to stress you out. Maybe you should just resign. Get moved somewhere else and take the pay cut. Daniel doesn’t even know that you took this position in the first place, he’d never know you quit it either.

You shut your eyes to calm yourself down, take deep breaths in from your nose, and lay down on the soft decorative pillow. That entrancing scent you loved so much weighted over you like a warm blanket. It felt so nice to just lay there and soak it all in like you always wanted to do since the day you stepped foot in this suite. You’ll just lay here for a bit, making your headache go away and go home.

His soft gorgeous lips cover your body in kisses and his hands gently caress every curve of your body. He makes soft content little moans as his mouth continues to touch your warm trembling body. His calloused fingers brush the inside of your thigh, sending a tingle up to your core and making you spread your thighs apart more, letting him access your most sensitive areas. He doesn’t go there, not letting you get that satisfaction right away. He tickles his fingers up and down your legs and up your pelvis, giving kisses on your belly and smiling when he feels your chest rise and fall quicker because of his actions. Your fingers curl around the soft silk sheets, moaning softly as your body aches for him. He’s a master at teasing and giving you everything you want all at the same time. His touches burn on your skin like fire yet please you like nothing else on this earth.

Moans escape lightly from your lips, wanting so much more than what he’s giving. You feel his mouth kiss your mound, sighing when his lips touch you so intimately. You want that mouth of his to go lower, and lower, and lap up the wet surprise that’s waiting for him. You feel two of his fingers spread your folds, the cold air hitting you and feeling so exposed. He plunges one long finger inside and you moan. His lips go back to kissing and get dangerously close to where you want him to be. Your hips swivel up, trying to direct where you want him. He gruffly chuckles, amused by your tactics but still not giving you what you want. He pulls his finger out and watches you make a whiny moan.

Your breathing gets more uneven and shallow as you feel his warm breath so close to your weeping core. Your eyes don’t open but you feel this electric wave rush over you.

His tongue. God, that talented and God-given tongue, eating you out.

It laps quickly between your folds and his warm tongue feels so good on you. He stops, moaning deeply, then goes for more. His tongue finds your clit and licks circles there. You feel your arousal drip out of you, your body craves him so bad you want to let him devour you.

Oh God…

Your eyes pop wide open and try to find your bearings. The silk sheets are intertwined in your fist and your breathing hitches. The chill of the room makes you shiver as you lay there naked on the bed still trying to grasp your bearings. Sitting up on your elbows, you see Elvis on the edge of the bed, looking down at you like a vengeful god.

You scan the room quickly and realize you’re back in his bed. How you got there, you haven’t got the faintest idea but all you know is that you drifted off to sleep for god knows how long, you’re naked in front of Elvis again, and writhing in his sheets yet again after the most vivid dream.

But it wasn’t, it had to have been real.

You open your mouth but nothing can come out as you look at his eyes, making you succumb to him and lose all control.

“You were having a bad dream darlin’?” He asks innocently, a smirk forming on the corner of his lips.

“N-no not really. It wasn’t a dream at all, was it?” You trail off. You look down at your spread-apart legs and feel the wetness seep out of your core and onto the sheets. You groan, slightly embarrassed that this is happening as he stares at you hungrily.

He reaches out and touches your thigh, making you jump. “Tell me what happened baby,” He coos, rubbing his thumb in slow circles. His long fingers play with the soft flesh on the inside of your thighs, inches to your core.

“I-I don’t know… You were there just, touching me and,” you pause to look at his eager face and see the slick on his chin, glistening in the low light. You take a sharp breath in and reach for his face.

You can barely differentiate what’s real and dream with Elvis at this point and it made your heart skip.

He smiles at you as his thumb glides over his wet chin, wiping your arousal off and placing it in his mouth.

“Mhmm, tell me what happened. Show me,” he growls.

He takes his hand off of you and spreads your legs wider. Your heart raced as you understood what he was asking from you.

He wanted you to show him. Show how he was playing with you in your ‘dream’. You had never done this kind of thing in front of a man and nerves followed through your veins. Your eyes look at him with need, wanting him to take care of you instead knowing your fingers weren’t going to satisfy you.

“Show me,” he grumbles, staring at your weeping pussy.

You take a deep breath through your nose and guide your hand down your belly, over your mound, and on top of your folds that are spilling with wetness.

“I-, you, you were playing with me, spreading me open and teasing me with your two fingers,” you say breathlessly as you take your own fingers and spread your folds apart, showing him your dripping cunt. He chokes back a groan, watching you intently as you begin to play with yourself. Watching his face turn into pleasure was the hottest thing you had ever witnessed and somehow only made you more aroused.

Your middle and ring finger rubs at your sensitive bud, slow and steady, just like how he was. It felt so dirty doing this in front of him but the way he watched you made you want to keep doing it until he told you to stop. To feed him this kind of satisfaction was addicting.

“And then you carefully put a finger inside me,” you mewl. Your fingers have gathered enough of your slick that you know it’ll go inside you easily. You press your middle finger to your entrance and look up at him for guidance.

His head nods once and he scoots closer to you, putting one of his hands on your thigh, keeping your legs open enough for him to get a nice view of you.

You push your slender digit inside yourself, hearing the squelching that emits from your entrance, and moan, liking the way it feels. You pull it out of you slowly and look at the slick that covers your finger now. Sliding it back in, you moan again, feeling the satisfaction of pleasuring yourself but is nowhere near as good as when Elvis does it to you.

Elvis’ groan fills the room, “Yes mama, just like that. Fuck yourself nice and slow,” he sighs and reaches for your hand, guiding a second finger inside of you. You throw your head back and moan, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel the pleasure from this reel inside of you. Your walls hug your fingers tightly as you move them slowly like he ordered.

Your head pops back up to watch your finger move in and out of you but movement in the corner of your eye captures your attention and glance over to see what it is.

Elvis’ hand was wrapped around his now hard cock and jerked it slowly, in the same tempo your fingers were moving. He looked down at you almost envious of your fingers, so deprived of you already even though he had plenty of you earlier this afternoon. He looked like he was dripping with sex, his cock hard and his tip starting to become red as he pulled back the foreskin with each stroke. You moan heavily, so focused on what he was doing and how he was looking you didn’t want to move anymore.

“Then what honey?” He encouraged.

“You were eating me. Y-you we’re pleasuring me so much that I thought it was a dream because it all felt too good to be true,” you look at him pleading, wanting him to take care of you now. “Elvis, please help me. Please eat me,” you beg.

He licks his lips seductively and crawls in between your legs, never leaving your eye contact. “You’re right baby, it wasn’t all a dream. I carried you to bed as you made the soft little whimpers as you slept. Moaning for me. Just gave you something you needed,” He pauses as he gets a closer look at your weeping core. He groans deeply before looking back at you, “Goddamn, it shouldn’t be eaten baby, it needs to be worshipped and then devoured,” he says hungrily.

Devour me.

His mouth quickly laps at your folds, dipping his tongue through them and moaning when he tastes you.

You cry out loudly for him, never feeling so much satisfaction all at once. Is this how it should always be? Should intimacy be this pleasurable and intense? If so, you have years of making up to do.

His tongue dips into your entrance then back up through your folds. You feel those perfect lips suckle at your clit, making you see stars in your vision already. You don’t have to say a word about where you want him next because he’s already giving you the attention you want. When you want more attention on your clit, he was giving it. When you wanted his tongue to fuck your tight weeping hole, he was there fucking you to no end.

You writhed on top of the sheets, gasping for air as he suckled on your clit, edging you closer to ecstasy.

“Oh my, oh god yes,” you cry out loudly. You feel him hum in contentment, sending vibrations to your clit making you that much more easy to orgasm. He delivers on his promise and devours you, making you grind into his face and cry for him to make you cum.

He holds your hips down and stops, looking up at you with a boyish innocence in his eye.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. You pull at his hair to make him look at you.

“What? I don’t understand…”

“For making you upset. I shouldn’t have said those things. I’m trying to make it up to you,” he whimpers. You’ve never heard him like this and it genuinely shocks you.

This is the way he makes up for fights? Goddamn, he really shows how sorry he is.

He continues to lick and tease your hole, driving the coil in your belly to tighten exponentially. You gasp and groan at him, “It’s okay.”

He hums again at you, moaning as he places a finger inside you. He curls it in a come hither fashion and that’s all it takes for you.

Your walls squeeze around his long finger and you both groan. Stars flash before your eyes and you cry out his name, “Oh fuck Elvis, yes right there please,” you continue to beg, pulling at his black hair with force. His eyes flash up at you and you see those fierce dark blue eyes look into yours and make you cum harder.

You feel like you’re floating, not at all on this earth when you’re with him. Holding onto him tightly is the only way you know this is all real. He is surreal and the fact you’ve never felt like this with any other man and it entices you. There’s no telling where this may lead but god, you want to be as selfish as you can be and hold onto him for as long as you can.

You want to be the only one that gets his attention.

The only one that gets his glances.

The only one to get his lips.

His tongue.

His cock.

All of it. You only want it to be yours.

He sits up and looks over you lying there.

“Did I make you happy darlin’? Was that a good dream to have?” He asks mischievously.

You can’t help but chuckle, “you should be in my dreams more often,” you giggle. “But yes you- I don’t know how you can make me feel like this. Better than the last,” you sigh with contentment.

He leans over you and goes to kiss you. The taste of yourself in his lips has your eyes rolling back in your head. The tangy sweetness lingers as he kisses you more intensely.

“Maybe you were made for me. My one true match.” He hums softly, peppering kisses on your cheek.

You don’t have anything to say to that. It’s not a thing. Soulmates and everything. Fate? No, no way. This was a right place at the right time kind of event and not some predetermined thing. Maybe Elvis thinks like that and that’s what makes sense to him. Not to you though.

He lays down next to you and traces his fingers over your jaw, down to your collarbone, over the mound of your breast, and gently circles your nipple, making it hard. You feel the heat of his erection lay heavy against your thigh. You groan at the feeling of him, how the overwhelming urge to touch him takes over your thoughts.

Your hand lowers to touch him, feeling the heat of it radiate in your palm.

“Can I help you with this,” you ask innocently. He sighs, “No honey it’s okay. I just want to focus on you,” he says low.

“Please, come here,” you continue rubbing him softly. He adjusts his body and takes a sharp breath.

The only thought in your head was you need to make him feel as good as he made you feel. You need to please him with your mouth. Stuffing you in a new way that was so dirty and naughty.

You pull him to the edge of the bed, “show me how you like your cock sucked,” you tease whispering in the crook of his neck and pressing a wet kiss there. He groans at your seductive words and bites his lip, nodding his head and looking over you ravenously. Your knees press into the soft carpet and look up to him for instruction. His cock is at eye level to you as he sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, showcasing everything you want right in front of you.

Being this close to him made you see how long he really was. Everything about him had your core dripping with need and apprehension as you’ve never had this much in your mouth.

“Touch me,” he commands, grabbing your small hand and wrapping it around his shaft, slowly jerking him. You rub with your thumb the leaking precum that’s spilling from his head. He groans as he watches your hand make him throb with need. The scent of him makes your mouth water and you don’t have as much restraint as he does when it comes to teasing but you want to hear what he wants in this moment. You inch your mouth closer to his length, making it so he can feel your breath on him.

“What next honey?” You ask innocently.

“Use your mouth baby, lick just my head,” he moans.

You part your lips and lick his leaking head. The salty taste of his precum makes you want to please him to no end and put more of him in your mouth. But you try to keep him waiting, get him to beg you for more.

Your hand works his shaft as your tongue licks slow circles on his tip. Elvis’ moans sound heavenly, his face looking like it's getting drowned in satisfaction. You try and take it slow and take inch by inch, looking up at him for guidance. He sighs heavily and looks into your big pleading eyes. He pulls up your other arm and takes your hand, guiding it to his balls. The warmth of them fills your hand and he makes you massage them, like rolling heavy dice in your palm.

“Need ya to touch all of me, baby. Just like that,” he groans as you work them more and suck at his head. You’ve never enjoyed giving head but the sounds you’re able to get from Elvis are going to be your drug of choice from now on. Your teasing is incessant, licking and sucking only his head with more intensity. But that’s all you were instructed to do. Listening and following directions just like he wants. His hips buck up for you to take more of him in your mouth. You hum softly, seeing his little game, and don’t let him win.

His hand reaches for a fist full of your hair and pulls you in.

“Goddamn it honey you’re killing me with all this teasing,” he grunts.

You take him out of your mouth and smile coyly, “I’m just doing what you asked honey. Don’t you like it when I listen to you?” You tease.

He squeezes his eyes closed in frustration and opens them again with a ravenous hunger in them.

“Yes. I do like it when you’re nice and obedient. So now, I need you to take more of my cock. Do as you’re told mama,” he says gruffly.

Your core squeezes at his words, so attracted to his dominance and want to submit fully to him. You put him back in your mouth, taking in more slowly and licking the underside of his shaft. He groans and his hand is back in your hair, controlling your tempo. You can’t get enough of him and love how he feels in your mouth. None of this felt wrong or dirty, you were worshipping him as he did to you.

Drool starts to dribble out of your mouth with the more of his cock you put into it. You start to put more pressure on his balls and he groans loudly. You want to make him lose all control and come undone as he did to you. You move your tongue more, licking and sucking as much of his length as he lets you and fondle his large testes. The more he does this, the more his hips try to match the rhythm you’ve created.

Taking him out of your mouth, you look up at him deviously and lick up the seam of his sac to the tip of his shaft. He hisses, not expecting such an act. You lick more at his balls, the scent of him filling your nose and a new primal instinct coming forth. Your tongue laps at his sac and starts to suck on one of his testes, jerking him faster in your hand. He growls fiercely and pulls your head back, fire consuming his gaze.

“Fucking hell woman, you can’t listen can you?” He grumbles frustrated.

“What honey? You gonna cum already?” You tease. Elvis cusses under his breath and quickly stands up, furious.

“You insolent brat. Talking to me like this?! I’m going to have to teach you to listen with my cock stuffed down that throat,” he growls. He grabs your face and places his tip on your lips.

“Open.” He instructs. You do as you’re told, opening for him to fit inside your mouth. His soft gentle tactic are out the window and he’s now fucking your throat. Swiveling his hips as only he can, making him groan heavily. You gag around his length, not ready for such forcefulness. His hand pulls your head away from his length and makes you look up at him.

“Take what I give you baby. Take this cock like a good girl,” he says darkly. A soft whimper escapes you and nod your head.

He’s back inside you, fucking your throat, making the most vulgar sounds emit from you. You try not to gag around him but he’s so much longer than you are used to. The moans he makes fill the room and your fingers claw at the back of his thighs. It was so alluring the way he was taking you. It was so salacious but that didn’t stop you from liking it. You should not listen to him more often.

“Mmm, fuck. Doing so good baby, feeling so good.”

You try to suck as much as he would let you, letting out muffled moans as he filled you yet again. He swiftly pulled out of you to let you breathe, then plunged back into your mouth. Your hand slowly inches for his balls, cupping them softly and massaging them lightly in your hand. He pushes his hips forward as he feels you doing this, hitting the back of your throat. Putting more pressure on his balls, you feel him tense in your mouth and cuss your name.

A few more thrusts into you feel his cock twitch once, twice, then fill your mouth with his seed. Tears fill your eyes as he fucks your mouth and groans loudly, letting himself go.

He hisses at the sensation as he is overstimulated at this point. You gently suck his tip one last time and release it with a pop of your mouth. He grabs your face with his large hand and looks down at you.

“You better swallow that like a good girl,” he commands breathlessly.

You swallow his warm, thick seed, and a grin forms across his face.

“Oh honey, did so good. Did we learn to listen?” He asks slyly.

“Y-yes. I’ll be good for you.” You whimper.

He pulls you up off the floor and makes you sit on his lap. Your arousal has gathered once again and when you sit down, he feels it on his thigh and he smiles at you mischievously.

“Naughty girl. Always so wet for me Hmm?” He asks smugly.

You hide in the crook of his neck and whimper. “Yeah, you’ve kind of ruined me. Having me go home like a mess.”

“Well good. That means you’ll come back to me, right?” He asks confidently.

There’s no fight left in you. He knows he’s won. He’s the master at his own game. You’re drunk on the way he makes you feel and don’t want to leave.

“Yes,” you whisper.

He lifts your chin up to him and he kisses you. You melt into him, sighing when he intensifies and grabs at your thigh, and pulls your body as close as he can get it. Your fingers tangle in his hair, softly moaning when you feel his tongue enter your mouth.

Elvis looks at you dreamily, smiling as he tucks your hair behind your ear. His eyes dart to your neck once again and the ever growing bruise.

“I want you to work for me,” he declares.

“Uhh, I already do honey.” You say confused.

“No baby, I want you to only work for me, not the International. I’ll pay you fairly and everything. You wouldn’t have to worry about money again,’ he instructs.

“Then, I could have you any time I want, not just at 3 pm,” he chuckles. “Come in any time you like and ill take care of you,” he coos. “What do you say, honey?”

You nod your head at him in agreement, “I tihink that might work. I’m never going to want to leave now.”

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endless-brainrot · 2 years ago

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don’t care + didn’t ask + cry about it + who asked + stay mad + get real + L + bleed + mald seethe cope harder + dilate + incorrect + hoes mad + pound sand + basic skill issue + typo + ratio + ur dad left + you fell off + no u + the audacity + triggered + repelled + ur a minor + k. + any askers + get a life + ok and? + cringe + copium + go outside + touch grass + kick rocks + quote tweet + think again + not based + not funny didn’t laugh + social credits -999, 999, 999, 999 + get good + reported + ad hominem + ok boomer + small pp + ur allergic to sunlight + GG! + get rekt + trolled + your loss + muted + banned + kicked + permaban + useless + i slept with ur mom + yo momma + yo momma so fat + redpilled + no bitches allowed + i said it better + tiktok fan + get a life + unsubscribed + plundered + go tell reddit + donowalled + simp + get sticked bug LOL + talk nonsense + trump supporter + your’re a full time discord mod + you’re* + grammar issue + nerd + get clapped + kys + lorem ipsum dolor sit amet + go outside + bleach + lol + gay + retard + autistic + reported + ask deez + ez clap + straight cash + idgaf + ratio again + stay mad + read FAQ + youre lost + you “re” + stay pressed + reverse double take back + pedophile + cancelled + done for + don't give a damn + get a job + sus + baka + sussy baka + get blocked + mad free + freer than air + furry + rip bozo + you're a (insert stereotype) + slight_smile + aired + cringe again + Super Idol的笑容 + mad cuz bad + my pronouns are xe, xem & xyr + irrelevant + deal with it + screencapped your bio + karen/kyle + jealous + you're deaf + balls + i'll be right back + go ahead whine about it + 日本語がお上手ですね + get fucked + you can’t understand what the word intelligence means with your dumb ass + you have hair + queued + put some thought into what you're going to do with that + stfu + go to bed + yes, i'm taller than you + i think your joke is funny + i rejected your mother's advances + marooned + you can’t read + I win + final ratio+ backup ratio + yb better + you take fucking redpills and say that its and to "socialize" + you have no social credit + BING CHILLING + super idol 105 C is the best musical performance in the whole history of mankind + Adolf Hitler (German: [ˈadɔlf ˈhɪtlɐ] (About this soundlisten); 20 April 1889 – 30 April 1945) was an Austrian-born German politician who was the dictator of Germany from 1933 until his death in 1945. He rose to power as the leader of the Nazi Party,[a] becoming the chancellor in 1933 and then assuming the title of Führer und Reichskanzler in 1934.[b] During his dictatorship, he initiated World War II in Europe by invading Poland on 1 September 1939. He was closely involved in military operations throughout the war and was central to the perpetration of the Holocaust, the genocide of about six million Jews and millions of other victims + don't care + didn't ask + you're white + cry about it + stay mad + get real + L + repeat + mald seethe cope harder + hoes mad + basic + skill issue + ratio + you fell off + the audacity + triggered + any askers + redpilled + get a life + ok and? + cringe + touch grass + donowalled + not based + your're a (insert stereotype) + not funny didn't laugh + you're* + grammar issue + go outside + get good + reported + ad hominem + GG! + ask deez + ez clap + straight cash + ratio again + final ratio + stay mad + stay pressed + pedophile + cancelled + done for + mad free + freer than air + rip bozo + slight_smile + cringe again + mad cuz bad + lol + irrelevant + cope + jealous + go ahead whine about it + your problem + don't care even more + sex offender + not okay + glhf + problematic + GOOF the famous rapper has gone diamond on his album "ON DA SKATEBOARD" + can i get a Chick-fil-a Chicken Sandwich and a Spicy Chicken Sandwich + FAMOUS RAPPER GOOF JUST GROOMED A CHILD IN REAL LIFE HE WAS ACTUALLY THE ZAMN GUY ALL ALONG + black person + white person + mexican person + squid game person + left wing + right wing + chicken wing+ you fell off + ratio + you're white + you're british + who asked + no u + deez nuts + radio + do

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zzombie-ggutz · 2 years ago

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Oh god here I go. Idk if this is just for a person or for everyone, but I LOOOOOVE questions! XD

1: I have a whole bunch! Right now I rlly like Rick Sanchez (don’t ask, we’re both autistic) I also love the clowns from Killer allow a from outer space!! XD

2: MATCHES MATCHES MATCHES MATCHES!!!

3: if I could I would 😔 I don’t have a screen on my window.

4: I dont really know a lot of cryptids so I dunno😭

5: dark brown :D

6: I can’t control it I stim a lot 😢

7: scrunches! I have curly hair so hair ties rip out my hair

8: a lot.

9: hot coffee ^-^

10: absolutely.

11: oh gods I don’t know 😭 I like creative activities? Bracelet making, drawing, photography, film making, yk stuff like that

12: it’s a chill day

13: I ate like 5 hours ago it was rlly good

14: YES YES YEA YES

15: yea but not like he’s actually my kid, I just raised him. We’re related biologically tho!

16: BARELEY

17: nearsighted, I dont wear my glasses like I’m supposed to i just squint squint rlly hard like an old lady

18: i use camille rose moisturizer, aunt Jackie’s gel, not your mothers mouse (metal one, #2 hold), and I put a little bit of whatever conditioner I have in my hair before I get out the shower

19: YESS OFC I WOULD

20: Soda 😎

21: a curious George plush! I’ve had to sew his ear back on

22: ENFP! I think that’s what you’re asking 😅

23: I like slightly chilly weather, I’m from SoCal so I can’t handle really cold weather

24: probably recording and goofing around, maybe playing a game

25: PERFUME/COLOGNE!!!

26: the little people in my head Waking up and doing normal things like drinking coffee or playing video games

27: 4-5 on weekdays and on weekends I get more or less depending if I need to clean

28: no

29: scorching hot!

30: nope

31: metal

32: yea! It’s a purple Ana and Elsa one. I also just have a plain fuzzy blue one I love

33: grocery shopping 😭

34: a lot! I personally love Mama by MCR and Brutus by the Buttress

35: PST

36: um none 😅

37: my best friend! I love him :)

38: dove smells good? There’s also one with bath salt in it that I like.

39: chapstick is close enough? I also use lip oil

40: yes I did! I had some chips ^^

41: I order a Creme Beule hot coffee from Starbucks 😭 or when I make it I use instant coffee (sad ik) and put some creamer and syrup in it! On the weekends I treat myself to use the coffee maker and whipped cream

42: Instagram 😭

43: I LOVE LOVE LOVE SPICY FOOD

44: I dunno, probably a really bad person

45: nope!

46: I dunno, I like horror movies so Halloween movies? I also rlly like the grinch.

47: “Not the theme song”

48: like 3 😘

49: nope

50: PLEASE DO

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

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alfridoortiz · 7 hours ago

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Published on YouTube: Tender Pulse Laughs: Outrageous Misheard Lyrics https://alfridoortiz.blogspot.com/2025/01/published-on-youtube-tender-pulse.html Outrageous Misheard Lyrics That Will Have You Singing (and Laughing) Wrong Forever! "Hey there, Tender Pulse Laughs family! It's your favorite host, Ted, here to make your day brighter and funnier. Today, we’re diving into the world of music—where lyrics aren’t just sung; they’re spectacularly misheard! So, grab your headphones and prepare for some lyrical laughs. Let’s jump in!" Lyric 1: “I Want to Hold Your Hand” Turns Into “I Want a Whole New Ham” "First up, The Beatles’ classic ‘I Want to Hold Your Hand.’ Beautiful, right? Well, not when it’s misheard as, ‘I Want a Whole New Ham.’ Suddenly, this heartfelt tune turns into a deli anthem! Grocery stores are cashing in, with ‘Beatle-worthy hams’ flying off the shelves. Who knew the Fab Four were also foodies?" Lyric 2: “Every Breath You Take” Becomes “Every Bread You Bake” "Now, Sting and The Police might have been watching every breath you take, but some people heard it as ‘Every Bread You Bake.’ And guess what? Bakeries are loving it! Imagine kneading dough to a tune that’s both catchy and motivational. One bakery even made it their slogan—‘Every Bread You Bake, We’ll Be Watching You.’ Creepy or genius? You decide!" Lyric 3: “Bohemian Rhapsody” Turns Into “Beelzebub Has a Devil for a Side Dish” "Freddie Mercury sang about thunderbolts and lightning, but some fans think he also sang about dinner. Yep, ‘Beelzebub has a devil for a side dish.’ It sounds like Queen was ahead of the foodie curve! Could it be pasta? Salad? A casserole, maybe? Whatever it is, it’s definitely spicy." Lyric 4: “We Will Rock You” Becomes “We Will Wok You” "And then there’s Queen again, proving they’re multi-talented! ‘We Will Rock You’ became ‘We Will Wok You.’ Now it’s not just a stadium anthem but also a stir-fry revolution! Picture chefs flipping woks to Brian May’s guitar riffs. This misheard lyric even inspired a real-life stir-fry commercial! Rock and wok, baby!" Lyric 5: “Sweet Dreams Are Made of This” Becomes “Sweet Beans Are Made of Cheese” "Last but not least, the Eurythmics gave us ‘Sweet Dreams Are Made of This.’ But someone thought it was ‘Sweet Beans Are Made of Cheese.’ And honestly? It’s not wrong. The internet turned this lyrical goof into a meme, with photos of beans and cheese captioned, ‘Who am I to disagree?’ If that’s not food for thought, I don’t know what is!" "But wait—misheard lyrics are everywhere! Have you misheard a song that made you burst out laughing? Share your funniest ones in the comments below, and who knows, we might feature them in the next episode of Tender Pulse Laughs!" "And before we wrap up, here’s a quick lyrical quiz: Which song do you think has been misheard as ‘I’m a taco’—is it Despacito or I’m a Believer? Drop your guesses in the comments!" "Here’s a fun fact: The Guinness World Record for the most misheard lyric is held by Jimi Hendrix’s ‘Purple Haze.’ Fans still think he’s singing, ‘Excuse me while I kiss this guy.’ Spoiler alert—it’s not about kissing!" "I’ll admit, I’ve misheard lyrics too! For years, I thought Michael Jackson’s Billie Jean said, ‘The chair is not my son.’ I spent way too much time wondering what that chair did to deserve such rejection!" "And remember, if you can’t sing it right, sing it wrong—but sing it loud! This is Ted, signing off from Tender Pulse Laughs. Before you go, don’t forget to hit that like button, subscribe to the channel, and turn on the notification bell so you never miss a laugh! Share this video with your friends and keep spreading the joy. See you next time for more chuckles and lyrical chaos!" Tender Pulse Laughs: Outrageous Misheard Lyrics published first on https://www.youtube.com/@TenderPulse / from Tender Pulse https://tenderpulse.blogspot.com/2025/01/published-on-youtube-tender-pulse.html via https://www.youtube.com/@TenderPulse via Alfredo Ortiz https://alfridoortiz.blogspot.com/ January 22, 2025 at 10:05AM

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Published on YouTube: Tender Pulse Laughs: Outrageous Misheard Lyrics

Published on YouTube: Tender Pulse Laughs: Outrageous Misheard Lyrics https://tonyatrehan.blogspot.com/2025/01/published-on-youtube-tender-pulse.html Outrageous Misheard Lyrics That Will Have You Singing (and Laughing) Wrong Forever! "Hey there, Tender Pulse Laughs family! It's your favorite host, Ted, here to make your day brighter and funnier. Today, we’re diving into the world of music—where lyrics aren’t just sung; they’re spectacularly misheard! So, grab your headphones and prepare for some lyrical laughs. Let’s jump in!" Lyric 1: “I Want to Hold Your Hand” Turns Into “I Want a Whole New Ham” "First up, The Beatles’ classic ‘I Want to Hold Your Hand.’ Beautiful, right? Well, not when it’s misheard as, ‘I Want a Whole New Ham.’ Suddenly, this heartfelt tune turns into a deli anthem! Grocery stores are cashing in, with ‘Beatle-worthy hams’ flying off the shelves. Who knew the Fab Four were also foodies?" Lyric 2: “Every Breath You Take” Becomes “Every Bread You Bake” "Now, Sting and The Police might have been watching every breath you take, but some people heard it as ‘Every Bread You Bake.’ And guess what? Bakeries are loving it! Imagine kneading dough to a tune that’s both catchy and motivational. One bakery even made it their slogan—‘Every Bread You Bake, We’ll Be Watching You.’ Creepy or genius? You decide!" Lyric 3: “Bohemian Rhapsody” Turns Into “Beelzebub Has a Devil for a Side Dish” "Freddie Mercury sang about thunderbolts and lightning, but some fans think he also sang about dinner. Yep, ‘Beelzebub has a devil for a side dish.’ It sounds like Queen was ahead of the foodie curve! Could it be pasta? Salad? A casserole, maybe? Whatever it is, it’s definitely spicy." Lyric 4: “We Will Rock You” Becomes “We Will Wok You” "And then there’s Queen again, proving they’re multi-talented! ‘We Will Rock You’ became ‘We Will Wok You.’ Now it’s not just a stadium anthem but also a stir-fry revolution! Picture chefs flipping woks to Brian May’s guitar riffs. This misheard lyric even inspired a real-life stir-fry commercial! Rock and wok, baby!" Lyric 5: “Sweet Dreams Are Made of This” Becomes “Sweet Beans Are Made of Cheese” "Last but not least, the Eurythmics gave us ‘Sweet Dreams Are Made of This.’ But someone thought it was ‘Sweet Beans Are Made of Cheese.’ And honestly? It’s not wrong. The internet turned this lyrical goof into a meme, with photos of beans and cheese captioned, ‘Who am I to disagree?’ If that’s not food for thought, I don’t know what is!" "But wait—misheard lyrics are everywhere! Have you misheard a song that made you burst out laughing? Share your funniest ones in the comments below, and who knows, we might feature them in the next episode of Tender Pulse Laughs!" "And before we wrap up, here’s a quick lyrical quiz: Which song do you think has been misheard as ‘I’m a taco’—is it Despacito or I’m a Believer? Drop your guesses in the comments!" "Here’s a fun fact: The Guinness World Record for the most misheard lyric is held by Jimi Hendrix’s ‘Purple Haze.’ Fans still think he’s singing, ‘Excuse me while I kiss this guy.’ Spoiler alert—it’s not about kissing!" "I’ll admit, I’ve misheard lyrics too! For years, I thought Michael Jackson’s Billie Jean said, ‘The chair is not my son.’ I spent way too much time wondering what that chair did to deserve such rejection!" "And remember, if you can’t sing it right, sing it wrong—but sing it loud! This is Ted, signing off from Tender Pulse Laughs. Before you go, don’t forget to hit that like button, subscribe to the channel, and turn on the notification bell so you never miss a laugh! Share this video with your friends and keep spreading the joy. See you next time for more chuckles and lyrical chaos!" Tender Pulse Laughs: Outrageous Misheard Lyrics published first on https://www.youtube.com/@TenderPulse / from Tender Pulse https://tenderpulse.blogspot.com/2025/01/published-on-youtube-tender-pulse.html via https://www.youtube.com/@TenderPulse via Tonya Trahan https://tonyatrehan.blogspot.com/ January 22, 2025 at 10:24AM

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Published on YouTube: Tender Pulse Laughs: Outrageous Misheard Lyrics

Published on YouTube: Tender Pulse Laughs: Outrageous Misheard Lyrics https://helanveledez.blogspot.com/2025/01/published-on-youtube-tender-pulse.html Outrageous Misheard Lyrics That Will Have You Singing (and Laughing) Wrong Forever! "Hey there, Tender Pulse Laughs family! It's your favorite host, Ted, here to make your day brighter and funnier. Today, we’re diving into the world of music—where lyrics aren’t just sung; they’re spectacularly misheard! So, grab your headphones and prepare for some lyrical laughs. Let’s jump in!" Lyric 1: “I Want to Hold Your Hand” Turns Into “I Want a Whole New Ham” "First up, The Beatles’ classic ‘I Want to Hold Your Hand.’ Beautiful, right? Well, not when it’s misheard as, ‘I Want a Whole New Ham.’ Suddenly, this heartfelt tune turns into a deli anthem! Grocery stores are cashing in, with ‘Beatle-worthy hams’ flying off the shelves. Who knew the Fab Four were also foodies?" Lyric 2: “Every Breath You Take” Becomes “Every Bread You Bake” "Now, Sting and The Police might have been watching every breath you take, but some people heard it as ‘Every Bread You Bake.’ And guess what? Bakeries are loving it! Imagine kneading dough to a tune that’s both catchy and motivational. One bakery even made it their slogan—‘Every Bread You Bake, We’ll Be Watching You.’ Creepy or genius? You decide!" Lyric 3: “Bohemian Rhapsody” Turns Into “Beelzebub Has a Devil for a Side Dish” "Freddie Mercury sang about thunderbolts and lightning, but some fans think he also sang about dinner. Yep, ‘Beelzebub has a devil for a side dish.’ It sounds like Queen was ahead of the foodie curve! Could it be pasta? Salad? A casserole, maybe? Whatever it is, it’s definitely spicy." Lyric 4: “We Will Rock You” Becomes “We Will Wok You” "And then there’s Queen again, proving they’re multi-talented! ‘We Will Rock You’ became ‘We Will Wok You.’ Now it’s not just a stadium anthem but also a stir-fry revolution! Picture chefs flipping woks to Brian May’s guitar riffs. This misheard lyric even inspired a real-life stir-fry commercial! Rock and wok, baby!" Lyric 5: “Sweet Dreams Are Made of This” Becomes “Sweet Beans Are Made of Cheese” "Last but not least, the Eurythmics gave us ‘Sweet Dreams Are Made of This.’ But someone thought it was ‘Sweet Beans Are Made of Cheese.’ And honestly? It’s not wrong. The internet turned this lyrical goof into a meme, with photos of beans and cheese captioned, ‘Who am I to disagree?’ If that’s not food for thought, I don’t know what is!" "But wait—misheard lyrics are everywhere! Have you misheard a song that made you burst out laughing? Share your funniest ones in the comments below, and who knows, we might feature them in the next episode of Tender Pulse Laughs!" "And before we wrap up, here’s a quick lyrical quiz: Which song do you think has been misheard as ‘I’m a taco’—is it Despacito or I’m a Believer? Drop your guesses in the comments!" "Here’s a fun fact: The Guinness World Record for the most misheard lyric is held by Jimi Hendrix’s ‘Purple Haze.’ Fans still think he’s singing, ‘Excuse me while I kiss this guy.’ Spoiler alert—it’s not about kissing!" "I’ll admit, I’ve misheard lyrics too! For years, I thought Michael Jackson’s Billie Jean said, ‘The chair is not my son.’ I spent way too much time wondering what that chair did to deserve such rejection!" "And remember, if you can’t sing it right, sing it wrong—but sing it loud! This is Ted, signing off from Tender Pulse Laughs. Before you go, don’t forget to hit that like button, subscribe to the channel, and turn on the notification bell so you never miss a laugh! Share this video with your friends and keep spreading the joy. See you next time for more chuckles and lyrical chaos!" Tender Pulse Laughs: Outrageous Misheard Lyrics published first on https://www.youtube.com/@TenderPulse / from Tender Pulse https://tenderpulse.blogspot.com/2025/01/published-on-youtube-tender-pulse.html via https://www.youtube.com/@TenderPulse via Helen Valadez https://helanveledez.blogspot.com/ January 22, 2025 at 09:41AM

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dreamkidddream · 3 years ago

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I might as well start a TikTok trend Masterlist lmao. But not a request, but I saw this the other day and I was dying imagining how the BSD characters would react lol. Let me know if you guys want another character or fandom (I already know I’m bout to do this with the Obey Me boys 😩) Reader is gender neutral!

CW: suggestive/spicy content but no NSFW. The challenge suggests nudity but you’re not naked (even if your man thinks you are 💀)

The Towel Prank (Tiktok Trend) with: Dazai, Kunikida, and Atsushi

Dazai

So you two were just goofing off getting ready to go to bed. You just “got out of the shower” and was doing stupid stuff with him in the bathroom mirror: making faces, dancing, anything obnoxious that was making you both laugh

He was too distracted by your beauty to really ask why you had your phone out, but thought that you’re just saving this to look back on later as fun memories. He was playing right along with you-

Until you snATCHED YOUR TOWEL OPEN WITH THE PHONE POINTING RIGHT AT YOU-

His face morphed from smiling to in shock so QUICK

Remember how he looked in BSD Wan when Atsushi gave him flowers? That’s what he looked like lmao

“BELLADONNA NO!”

Cue you being bearhugged and almost tackled to the ground, with his back facing your phone

You have never seen him move so fast in your life before

He would have wrapped you in his trench coat if he still had it on

When he expected to feel bare skin, he only felt…material?

And how you’re nearly in tears laughing at him while still being in his arms. He realizes now that you’ve planned this, that he’s been pranked

Now Dazai has never been one to be pranked, let alone tricked like this. He can’t have you one-upping him like this! So if it’s a prank war you want, he’ll be more than happy to oblige. But first-

You’re already getting up and reaching for your phone when he grabbed it before you, oddly quiet. “Oh c’mon Osamu you aren’t really mad at me are you? You gotta admit that it was a little funNY-“

You didn’t realize how severe the consequences of your actions were until you dropped on your shared bed with him towering over you

“You didn’t really think you would tease me like this and get away with it, do you?”

If that devious smirk was anything to go by, you’re gonna be in for a long night

Bonus: he definitely pulls the same prank on you, but instead in front of everyone and blames it on you! :D

You deal with a very angry Kunikida

Kunikida

He was not paying you any attention, instead just writing in his notebook as always, more than likely about work. It was finally time to relax for the both of you, and this is what he wanted to do?

Well that’s about to change

You have something that’ll get his attention no problem

Even when you set your phone up pointing right in his direction, he didn’t stop writing. Yeah that’s about to change real soon

Walking in front of him with nothing but a towel and looking back at him, he just sighed and shook his head, “Listen dear, I told you to give me five more minutes and then I’ll indulge you in whatever you want to do, and you whining isn’t going to change that.” And he still didn’t look up!

Looks like it’s time for drastic measures

“Fine. Looks like I have to give my attention elsewhere then.”

“(Y/N) what are you going on abo-”

It didn’t fully click to him that you’re only in a towel and he had to do a double take when it did. He felt his heart stop when you unraveled it with the camera sitting right there-

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

When I tell you that he launched himself at you

He was latching onto you like a spider monkey with the reddest face, trying to cover your whole body with his while

Idk if you guys remember this show called Hole in the Wall where they had to match the pose or fall in the water? He’s posing like that trying to cover you

Well your plan worked- his notebook was forgotten!

Bad news: he didn’t find it funny when it was revealed you had clothes on underneath. Relieved, but not amused, and his anger was steady rising the more you laughed

Which lead to now: him still latching onto you in bed, not having said a word since. His idea of a punishment (which it really wasn’t to you), hold you until you tire yourself out because he is so terrified that you’ll do something even more drastic if he lets you go

And he was already planning on holding you anyway once he was done writing, but of course your impatience got the best of you

“Oh Doppo-”

“Absolutely not. Since you showed that you can’t be without supervision, this is your punishment. I can’t write in my notebook peacefully, so you can’t go around causing mayhem. And you finally got what you wanted: my attention, correct?”

“Well, yeah but-”

“Alright then. Now go to sleep, you’ve already given me a headache.”

“But I’m not-"

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

He really didn’t let you go for the whole night, but this was fine. You liked being in each other arms any way

Also he watches you like a hawk every time you’re either on the app or using your camera. He does not trust you and that “abomination” together

Atsushi

Poor guy was just minding his business when you decided to do what you always do: cause chaos

You set up your phone and called your loving boyfriend into the room, claiming that you want to show him something exciting. He came in and was already blushing when he saw you in the towel, and his heart rate skyrocketed when he saw your phone recording

You aren’t about to do what he think you are…right? He’s just jumping to conclusions!…right?

“Um…honey, why are you recording- and why don’t you have clothes on yet?”

“Because of THIS-”

You have never heard him scream so loud before, you’re pretty sure he cracked a mirror and all of your windows. But that wasn’t what got you, no-

He ACTIVATED HIS ABILITY

His arms (now as a weretiger) were trying to cover you while also getting you away from your phone. You’re grateful for his quick reflexes but also scared that he’s gonna faint at any second

He scanned over your clothed body to make sure he didn’t scratch you on accident- wait, clothed?! And why are you laughing?!

“What the hell?! That wasn’t funny you know, I thought you were really…”

As cute as Atsushi’s pout is, you didn’t want him to be upset, so you grabbed your phone and stopped the video. He looked more embarrassed than anything, so you had the perfect way to apologize to him

Crawling in his lap and peppering his face with one kiss after the next, you felt his resolve breaking bit by bit. You knew you were forgiven when he tightened his grip around your waist-

“Let me make it up to you At-su-shi~”

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs reader insert #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd dazai x reader #dazai x reader #bsd kunikida x reader #Kunikida x reader #bsd atsushi x reader #atsushi nakajima x reader #atsushi x reader #bsd chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader

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could u please do like a harry x youtuber/influencer!reader and like lots of fluff🥺

Hi bubbie! Here you go :)))

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Language

Harry was panicking. His mum and sister were going to be here in less than two hours and he’s burnt the eggplant parmigiana he had worked tediously on.

He grabbed what he had left in his fridge - ground beef, shredded cheddar cheese, and a little bit of bacon.

It was the type of foods he usually strayed away from so sometimes when his shopper would bring this stuff home - he’d avoid it and admittedly sometimes it would go bad sitting in the fridge.

The singer pulls up YouTube onto his phone - hoping something would come up when he typed in the ingredients on the search bar.

He clicks on the first video by cookingwithnofucks. A chuckle at the name as an advertisement plays.

A cute, bubbly girl appears on screen in a beautiful modern kitchen. She has a shirt on that says ‘fuck the patriarchy and eat pizza’. A high ponytail and minimal makeup.

“Okay - today we’re making a cheeseburger casserole,” the girl chirps, “It’s a heart attack in a dish but it’s so fucking good.”

Harry finds himself smiling as he crinkles his nose - it sounds absolutely disgusting but he’s intrigued more by the girl on the screen.

“Shit, I forgot to introduce myself. Hiii, if you’re new - I’m Y/N and I do cooking shit. Subscribe to my channel and all that jazz,” she titters while cutting open her beef package.

Harry follows along step-by-step, shaking his head as she doesn’t describe the instructions nearly well enough and is generally all over the place.

It’s a fucking cooking channel and at one point the meat starts burning. She just laughs and says, “s’just a little crispy!”

The casserole turns out looking even better than Y/N’s to be honest. It’s done in just the right amount of time for him to shower before his family arrives.

He makes sure to subscribe to her channel - eyebrows raising when he sees that she has 16 million subscribers.

Harry wanted to spend longer, looking at her social media but there was a fixed time so he locked his phone and went to get ready.

Anne - always the sweetheart just tells Harry that the casserole is delicious even as a bit of grease runs down her fork from the fatty meats.

Gemma wasn’t as kind, grimacing at the casserole and remarking, “You truly are turning into an American, huh?”

Laying in bed that night, Harry swipes back onto YouTube. Going back to the page he just subscribed to - under a pseudonym. He clicks on another video.

“Uh, okay. So I’m cooking...fuck, it’s called unicorn bark. It looks like a magical animal puke but it looks delicious so we’re going to try it.”

Harry realizes he’s been watching this girl cook for nearly an hour. Different videos from desserts to dinners.

She curses like a sailor, fucks up almost every recipe, and makes a mess everywhere. But she’s smiling and talkative which makes him quite memorized by her.

“I hate editing,” Y/N groans, letting her head fall dramatically against the desktop. Her best friend and dog looked at her oddly.

“I keep saying you need to hire someone, you stubborn bitch,” Laney retorts, clicking through her Instagram feed.

“Fuck off,” she tells her friend with no real heat. The video was almost fully edited - how to make spicy as fuck jalapeño poppers.

There is a calm silence for a while until Laney gasps, “Holy shit.”

“What is it?” Y/N asks, not really caring as she clicks her mouse to trim a segment.

“Harry fucking Styles just followed you on Instagram and Twitter!” Laney shouts, her dog - Rufus popping his head up in confusion.

Y/N looks at her friend to see if she’s really serious and sees no signs of deception. “Oh my god,” Y/N replies. She loved Harry Styles in One Direction and as a solo artist - a fangirl if you will.

Y/N was a well-known influencer and has run in the circles of many celebrities. She’s even met Liam Payne but she’s never been able to bump into Harry.

Her alerts tell her it to be true, she swallows as she looks back up at Laney, “He dm’ed me.”

“Open it! What did he say?” She squeals, squeezing herself on the chair next to her, peering over her shoulder at the phone.

Y/N is a bit nervous, trying not to have a mini aneurysm as she opens the message thread.

HarryStyles: Hello. Just wanted to let you know that your cheeseburger casserole recipe saved my ass last night. Cheers x

“He’s totally coming onto you,” Her friend states instantly, bouncing excitedly - she also had a bit of a crush on the singer.

It takes the two of them a minute to cool their shit before Y/N manages a reply.

Y/N/LN: Well I guess it’s only fair. Your songs have made a few of my nights much better. I’m a bit of a slut for Fine Line.

Harry laughs behind his screen at the cheeky reply he gets back. He’s usually never this forward - especially on social media where he likes to fly under the radar.

HarryStyles: Well if you fancy my music that much, I totally love for you to come to a show. I’m performing in New York City in two weeks.

“This has to be a joke, right?” Y/N sputters to her friend, eyes wide at the invite to a concert she already had tickets to.

Y/N/LN: I’m not going to lie, I already have tickets to the show. However, I don’t have any backstage passes to meet the man of the hour. Do you know someone who can hook me up?

It does wonders for Harry’s narcissism to know that she already had tickets for his concert. Was he really going to do this? He hasn’t met up with some like this since his One Direction days.

He had to remind himself - she may just be friendly and take this as a totally casual interaction. Which would be normal, Harry really shouldn’t be so infatuated with someone he’s watched cook on social media.

HarryStyles: I think I can arrange that. Shoot me your number? I’ll have them sent digitally to you with instructions on how to get backstage.

Y/N is a bit dumbfounded at how fast they agreed to meet up. A harmless backstage tour - he could just be a fan of hers and totally not interested, right?

Over the next few weeks, they never really stop texting. Harry sends her pictures of the recipes he copies off her channel - that usually always look better than the original. He sends her clips of him goofing around during tour rehearsal. FaceTimes her when he’s finally home for the night.

She sends him videos of her watching Harry Styles Best Moment Part Five. A few photos she snaps throughout the city of him on billboards and buildings, in Times Square. YN facetimes him when she’s frustrated with filming or watched a sad movie.

It didn’t make sense to either of them how seamlessly they’d clicked - especially without meeting. They were a perfect balance for each other. Harry - laidback, organized, level-headed. Y/N - eccentric, all over the place, adventurous.

Jeff had told him that he’s been gaining media attention from his social media interactions with Y/N. They like each other’s photos, begin following each other’s friends, and comment goofy things on their posts.

“Listen, I have a great idea,” Y/N begins - which Harry learned is never good. “You should film a video with me sometime.”

Y/N knew she was going out on a limb and instantly regretted the questions she’d been building the courage to ask for days when it’s quiet on his end. There’s static for a moment and Y/N needs to fill the silence.

“It was - I was just, uh, I know you’re probably too busy. I was -“ She stutters, embarrassment flooding her.

Harry cuts her off, “I’d love to.”

“Yo-you would?” She asks timidly. Was she really going to have Harry Styles in her apartment? If so, should she take down her poster?

He laughs sweetly, “Why do you sound so surprised? I can’t wait to come to New York, love.”

Y/N giggles, “Not the fact that you’re performing in front of a sold out crowd at MSG? I don’t think seeing me will top that.”

“I’ve been looking forward to meetin’ you in person since I came across your channel. You so lovely,” Harry replies, his voice a little softer but more serious.

“I’m nervous,” Y/N admits, picking at a thread in her jeans.

“Me too,” Harry murmurs, despite not wanting to admit it - he wanted her to know this was new territory for both of them. He didn’t want her to think that this was something that he did often. But a little too prideful to admit it’s the first time he’s ever done something quite like this.

“What if you don’t like me?” Y/N whispers, she...well she didn’t compare to the models he’s been seen with before. She’s regretfully fell into the rabbit hole of looking up his past flings and relationships.

Harry barks out a disbelieving laugh, “You can’t be serious, darling. I’ve been gone for you since I saw you burn that ground beef.”

Harry was having a bad day - scratch that. An awful one. He tried to go get coffee at eight in the morning and got bombarded by fans, he left the shop without even ordering. They followed him back to his car and it took him fifteen minutes to pull out.

His favorite Mickey Mouse Gucci suitcase he was bringing along on tour had busted. The zipper unraveling and the trim falling off as a result. It was a one-of-a-kind.

Then he’d been stuck on a Skype meeting about tour merchandise with a group of business partners for the last three hours - all he wanted was a fucking nap.

When Y/N’s contact vibrated across his screen, he’s itching to answer but declines as he needs to give these people his attention.

When she calls again, Harry feels a prickle of annoyance. It’s not even at her - to be quite honest. It’s just the shitty day and everything’s piling up.

He always got like this before he kicked off a tour - stress level maxed out and his ability to handle minor incidents nearly shot.

I’m busy

Okay! Sorry, just have a super exciting surprise for you, bub!

I really do not feeling like talking. I’d rather be left alone.

Oh, alright. Hope everything’s okay! Do you still want to facetime later?

Harry leaves her on read because he doesn’t want to slip up and take out his frustration on her. He’d been known to do that and he didn’t want her to think he was anything but besotted with her.

Y/N feels a little hesitant as she begins the uploading process to her channel. The red loading bar told her it’d be twenty-minutes before it’s going to be posted to her 16 million subscribers - one of them being Harry himself.

Twenty-minutes for her to back out and cancel the upload. She starts having doubts about it when Harry never replies to her text which is unlike him.

She takes Rufus out to avoid staring at the loading screen with unnecessary anxiety and uneasiness.

Harry is just getting home from a business dinner with the touring company’s management team. The tension and anxiety from today piling up on his shoulders and he just wants to call Y/N and crash in bed.

He tosses his keys in the little bowl in the entry and kicks off his dingy white vans to the side. His phone dings with an alert from Gemma.

You two are the literal cutest ever. It’s quite gross.

Harry slides onto a stool in his kitchen, confused by the text message before she’s sending the link to him.

Fine Line Inspired Cupcakes!

Harry isn’t quite sure why his heart starts pounding furiously in his chest. A sinking feeling in his stomach when he realizes that this was probably the surprise she was excited about.

He clicks on the thumbnail.

“Hiiii, it’s Y/N. Okay, well today we are going to bake some Fine Line inspired cupcakes. And if you haven’t listened to the album - get your ass out from rock you’re living under and stream it on Spotify!”

She has her hair down in long, waves and a loose cropped shirt that says TPWK in rainbow embroidery.

Harrys mouth is dry and he can’t take his fucking eyes away from the screen.

“Soo, I was thinking the first batch would be cherry flavored? ‘Cause he has a song titled ‘Cherry’. Let’s start there. First - I need to find my measuring cups.”

In true Y/N fashion, she scours her kitchen - cussing and yanking stuff out of her neatly organized cabinets before huffing and storming off to the side.

She comes back into view, a little frazzled but smiling when she holds up the ring of plastic measuring spoons, visible bite marks notched into the material.

“My asshole of a dog had a little snack,” Y/N shows the camera before shrugging, “Let’s get this shit started. Okay, you’re going to need one cup of sugar - no wait, two? I can’t read my fucking handwriting.”

Harry’s absolutely enamored by this scatter-brained, giggly girl who manages to produce cute blue and pink cupcakes that very vaguely resembled his album cover. His heart felt a million times too big for his chest.

He was enraptured for the entirety of the thirty minute video without taking his eyes away once.

To be honest, he hadn’t felt this way since his last relationship which was over a year ago at this point.

It’s not even a thought as he’s requesting a FaceTime with Y/N.

She answers after a few rings. She has a green face mask painted on her nose, chin, and forehead with gold eye masks under each eye. She is so fucking ridiculous it’s not even funny.

What is even more ridiculous is how gone Harry is realizing he is for her. She was quirky, unfiltered, carefree. If he was honest - he hadn’t met a girl like that in a very long time - especially a well-known influencer.

“Hi! How was your day, grumpy?” Y/N asks brightly, making a goofy face as the mask begins to tighten and crack on her skin. Not holding the earlier conversation against him and deciding to just move forward. She understood how stressful it can be.

“M’sorry. I was a bit grumpy,” He admits, “I loved your new video, darling. Did you make those just f’me?”

He can tell she’d be blushing if her face wasn’t covered, a bit bashful as she mutters, “You already know I did it for you.”

“You’re too sweet to me, only six days until we meet,” Harry replies, voice taking on a slow, lazy drawl.

“Six days,” Y/N repeats, eyes crinkling as she smiles with excitement.

“Is this outfit too much?” Y/N panics. Even though there’s literally nothing she can do about it - they’re already walking towards the backstage entrance of the massive arena. It’s still about two hours until the show starts but Harry requested her to come earlier.

Laney sighs, “For the millionth time, you look fucking sexy and Harry’s going to want to rail you right when he sees you.”

Y/N shoves her lightly with a faux annoyance as they meet up with a burly man who’s blocking the entrance to the backstage hallway and rooms.

She gives him their names and pulls up the passes on her phone before he’s nodding with any expression and letting them pass.

They’re not quite sure where to go from here so they begin to wander down the long hallway toward what looks to be the main area that people are milling about.

Y/N is nearly on the ground when someone rounds the corner without looking and walks right into her. Both of them let out huffs of air as they collide and attempt to stabilize themselves.

But there are large hands grasping her arms and holding her steady. In typical Y/N fashion she’s already cursing, “fuckin like a brick wall, look out next time.”

Then she’s looking up to Harry staring back down at her with an amused expression. He doesn’t let go of her and instead tugs her against his bare chest. He’s warm and a bit sweaty - like he’d just worked out. He was only in a pair of thin, running shorts, nike tennis shoes, and a little clip holding his hair off of his face.

Y/N can’t help but wrap her arms around his waist, returning the embrace and amazed by how right it feels to be in his arms. Her face tucks right against his collarbone and it’s like they’d known each other for years.

Pictures and videos don’t do this man justice. He’s gorgeous - sharp edges and dark inked skin. Tall and muscular but dimples that are carved in his cheeks.

“Nice to meet you, m’Harry,” Harry rumbles, removing one hand from Y/N’s shoulder to reach out his hand to her friend.

Laney shakes his hand before asking, “Laney. I’ll leave you two lovebirds be. Where’s the food?”

Harry chuckles against Y/N’s wavy hair, “Down the hall to the left.”

Laney’s trailing off without another glance, she was very food motivated despite her skinny frame. Also not wanting to intrude of the very personal first moments of their meeting.

The popstar pulls back to look down at the girl he’s fallen for in mere weeks. She’s as beautiful as he thought she'd be - if not more. He can’t help himself, “Would it be too forward to kiss you?”

Y/N smiles widely, running a hand along his jawline, “I’ve wanted you to kiss me since you stayed up on FaceTime with me until two in the morning as I cried after watching The Notebook - despite me seeing it a million times.”

Harry ducks forward to press his lips softly to her, large hands come to cup the side of her face as they connect. He’s so gentle as he moves his mouth against hers. In true Y/N fashion, she’s bold and has no hesitation slipping her tongue into his mouth.

He’s so fucking in love with her. It doesn’t make much sense - it’s definitely not logical but he’s realizing that’s okay.

“Oii, get a room!” Someone shouts from down the hallway teasingly.

Harry flips them the middle finger and pulls back, pink lips swollen and puffy, dimples on full display, “Let me take you out to dinner after the show, darling.”

“You going to wine and dine me, Styles?” Y/N giggles, unable to contain the pleasant warmness he’s spreading through her body.

“Mmm, have t’make sure you’ll want to keep me,” Harry murmurs happily against her lips once again, pressing kiss after kiss to her to make sure she’s real, “Definitely want to keep you.”

Y/N bites teasingly at his bottom lip, hand planted on the soft but firm skin of his stomach, “You’re never getting rid of me, hope you know that.”

“Was hoping you’d say that, now let me introduce you to my band.”

-- ---- ---- -- 1 year later - -- --- --- --

“Hi bitches! Today is a super special day. We have the one, the only Harry Styles filming with us. I know that’s not really that special since he’s on here all the time with me. But we’re celebrating our one year anniversary!” Y/N smiles, bumping hips with Harry who stands dutifully next to her.

Anyone viewing can see the absolute heart-eyes and adoration he has for the girl standing next to him. He’s still as lovestruck and gone for her as he was the first time they met. Harry’s fans were thrilled - for the first time in years, he’d opened up again.

They weren’t very public on social media beside’s tagging each other in memes and posting the occasional picture. Y/N was constantly uploading cooking videos from wherever in the world she was with Harry on his tour, she’d also begin making vlogs about different foods she’s been experiencing.

---

“Okay, so here in Peru - they’re known to have this really fucking spicy beef with noddles. So obviously, I’m going to make Harry try it first,” Y/N laughs as she props the camera up on the side of the table on a napkin holder.

Harry - who has a concert in a few hours - frowns at the steaming dish in front of him, “Darling, I don’t want to try it first. It’s going to burn my mouth. Not gonna be able to sing.”

“You’re sucha baby sometimes,” Y/N rolls her eyes, slurping up the noodles with her fork while making a silly face at her boyfriend. She pulls back, straight-faced, “It’s not hot at all. Tastes amazing, though.”

Harry takes that as an initiative to shovel a spoonful into his mouth. It only takes half a moment until his taste buds erupt in fiery flames from the spices, “You bloody little brat, y’tricked me! It’s so fuckin’ hot!”

Y/N smiles widely, laughing much too loudly in the restaurant when Harry chugs the glass of water next to the plate while glaring at his love. “I’m sorry, s’just to easy with you, lovie,” She replies, leaning over the table to press a kiss to his lips.

He’s a sucker for her and kisses her right back despite his mouth being an inferno. His heart was on fire for her and that burned much more intensely.

---

“No, love. The instructions say baking soda, not baking powder. They’re not the same thing,” Harry sighs, attempting to read her scribbled, sloppy handwriting. She’d already spilled milk on half of the paper.

“S’interchangeable, right?” Y/N hums, cracking an egg into the bowl and Harry automatically knows to look to fish out the eggshells that’d she’d let slip in because she sucks at cracking eggs but always wants to do it.

Harry reaches over her, grabbing the vanilla extract and a teaspoon, “It’s not, baby. Lemme do this real quick.”

“Will you make me a grilled cheese after this?” She asks, nuzzling into his side and wrapping her arms around his waist as he finishes adding the wet ingredients to their bowl. Harry stopped questioning her thought process a long time ago.

Harry swipes his finger into the mixture of icing off to the side and rubs it right onto her nose, cackling at her pout and squeaking when she pinches at the fleshy skin of his hips. She in turn dips her finger into the sugary cream and pops it right into her mouth.

Harry eyes darken, watching her lips purse as she sucks off the icing. It was a dirty move on Y/N’s part and she knows it. It has her boyfriend dragging an icing-covered thumb along her collarbone before leaning down to slowly lick up the sugary trail with his tongue.

When Y/N slides her fingers into his hair and lets out a pretty moan, Harry’s standing back up, trailing over to the tripod and saying into the camera, “We’ll be back after a little commercial break,” and is then turning off the record button.

It takes little to no time for Harry to have Y/N’s bum on the countertop, mouth on her neck, and hand in-between her thighs.

And when they finally posted a very edited final cut of the video - well there may be a couple of fans who notice the how flushed Y/N is halfway through and a lovely purple mark on Harry’s neck that wasn’t there in the beginning of the video.

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